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Lady Penelope-MILF Of The Mansion 15

... on a brave face despite the abrupt sting."Is anyone going to stop me? Let me explain your status. I am Lady Penelope, and I have a certain influence in the local community. Once I dismiss you from my employ, I shall do my utmost to make it impossible to find work elsewhere. I shall also paint an unsavoury picture of you that will ensure your exile from the area.""And what if I tell others that you're a stuck-up, snooty, cock hungry nymphomaniac?""But, my dear boy," Penny spread her hands as she spoke. "It's already a well-known fact. I care not a jot. Everybody knows what a true bitch I am. Now, I believe that you and I are going to fuck. Right here and right now. If you refuse, then I will have no alternative but to dismiss you and eject you from the estate. I pay you well. Earn it."Lady Penelope cocked a snook at the terrified Mary and crossed one leg over the other so that her riding boot hung lazily on her knee. These were black patent leather. Knee-high with laces up the back. She turned her gaze to the young Irishman and ran a hand up the glossy black leather from the heel to the top."Do you like the boots?" she asked as she thrust her long leg out toward him. "Kiss my boot.""I'm not doing it."Allen was breathing hard, surprisingly turned on by how the older woman held his attention. She was so more mature than Mary. His cock stood to attention and it ached to be handled and sucked."Is this some sort of punishment?" he asked as she lifted her left boot and rubbed his ...

... upper thigh with the toe."Perhaps. But there is a reward if you do as I request."With that, Lady Penelope took off her jacket and unbuttoned the first button of her blouse. The loosened material of your blouse fell from her shoulders as she finished the rest, and her hefty bosom tumbled free. As she proudly displayed her huge rack, the blonde noblewoman wallowed in the look of pure lust she had ignited in the naked man's eyes."Do anything for you?"She asked as she cupped her big boobs and squeezed them both hard so that the flesh billowed around her fingers."Take my boot," she ordered.The naked man moved closer and instantly the smell of leather filled his nostrils. He gasped as his head was roughly shoved down to the toe of her expensive shoe wear. He looked up and stared directly between her parted legs, noting the erotic sight of the crotch of her tight jodhpurs outlining her pussy mound. It was abundantly clear to him that she wore no underwear beneath. She gazed down at him with an evil grin."Good man. Keep kissing."As he reluctantly complied, his middle-aged tormentor pressed her other boot on top of his head. Her left hand snaked between her legs and settled on her pronounced mons through the breeches."Yes, that's it. Now you're catching on."He screwed his eyes shut and moved his mouth upwards from the toe to the ankle. Then he traced a line with his tongue to the chunky heel where he lingered. His cock throbbed. How the fuck was this turning him on? The sight of her ...